Savage

Chapter 23: Cannes

One Month Later

I missed Saint Tropez already. After that time on the yacht. It went back to normal. Roman hasn't touched me. He would tease but not touch. I have resorted to leaving more and more scratches on his body. He doesn't mind and that's putting it lightly. It became a stress reliever until I started biting him because I got so frustrated with his steely demeanor. I hated him, but it turned me onto him a lot more. This meant, for future reference that I could do anything. Oh, the possibilities were running around endlessly in my mind.

Biting him didn't work either, because the only reaction I got was the damn nipple clamps...at night! When I should be sleeping, peacefully, I was thinking of fucking him. If that's the game he was playing it was working perfectly for him. I hated him so damn much! It hurts! I would cry sometimes after trying to touch myself, but I would find it useless. I wanted him, a lot. He would eventually feel sorry for me and take the damn nipple clamps off, so he could massage my nipples. I was at peace when he did that. A blissful, very horny peace, that left me dripping wet in bed. Sometimes it would feel like I wet myself when I woke the next morning. Sigh the stress.

Thinking about it now I did not miss Saint Tropez. Not one bit. What I did miss though was the beautiful scenery we left behind. I will always miss the open water right at my fingertips, the fresh ocean breeze, and the stellar sunsets. There is just one thing, one really, really annoying thing I won't miss, and you guessed it. I won't miss the lack of sex.

I never understood how people went this long without friction. I've gone mad because of the aching feeling pulsating throughout my vagina. It is tor-ture.

We arrived in Cannes at a spectacular house. It was very open and modern. Breeze flapping the long white curtains around on an upper level that I assumed were bedrooms. I have never seen anything like it this up close, only online or on television. I was instantly impressed with the scenery, like Saint Tropez. Roman did not seem to be in as much awe as I was. I would assume it is because he already lives in the south of France.

*******

A few days into the month went by. I was aimlessly floating in the pool when a shadow cast itself over me blotting out the sun. I was so frightened I ducked underwater unintentionally, taking in a mouthful. When I resurfaced I was coughing up water, like an idiot. It was then that I realised Roman was standing over me, grinning away at my misfortune. After my coughing subsided, I splashed water on him. He didn't even flinch, he just took it like a champ. Taking off his cotton button-up, light blue shirt in the end. He folded it and placed it neatly on the edge of the chair next to him. His body was glistening from the water, which made him look something more like an immortal. I was drooling at what I couldn't have.

My face instantly grew into a scowl, when I realized that I was biting my bottom lip and eyeing Roman from head to toe. He noticed. His grin widened even brighter into a full-on toothy smile. He was glad to see me in so much mental pain and physically frustrated than to ease my torment with his cock. Damn, my treacherous eyes for giving me away. I got out of the pool, rolling my eyes at him at the same time.

"How may I assist?" Walking past him to grab the towel from one of the lounge chairs.

I tried my hardest not to touch his glistening body. He let out a short laugh.

"Kätzchen," he said, coming up behind me.

I looked up at the sky, shaking my head. I finally faced him saying, "You had to touch me, didn't you?"

"I have to touch you," he retorted with a smile.

"No," I pulled away from him, "You don't. Not if I can't touch you. I don't know how you do it?"

He stepped forward, pulling the towel from my hand.

"It is not easy not being able to fuck you as I please."

I looked at him, puzzled. "Are you for real? Like seriously look at me and tell me that you did not just say that?"

"It has been painful. Believe me, Kätzchen."

I sidestepped him and marched back into the house, determined to get as far away from his crazy ass. Pissed didn't even begin to cover the emotion that was making me hot all over. But of course, I was stopped dead in my tracks. A large muscular frame blocked my path.

"What?"

"We are not done."

"Well, I am, bye!"

I tried to move past him, but it was useless. He had me trapped. He bent down in front of me, and the next thing I knew I was being thrown over his broad shoulder. I screamed at first because I wasn't expecting that until he bit me. I wasn't expecting that either. It wasn't even a bite, he just used his teeth to scrape the flesh of my hip. That shut me up. His mouth was warm, and the tip of his nose brushed against me. I could feel how cold it was. A rush of liquid instantly soaked my bikini bottom. I was putty in his arms. He carried me through the house and up the stairs, pushing through a door until I was deposited onto a plush bed.

"Stop thinking with your pussy for one second."

My high died the minute those words left his mouth and I was scowling again. This time with my hands crossed. I sat up on the bed, and it dipped when he sat beside me.

"I didn't mean it that way. I need to talk to you about something urgent."

"What's wrong?" I asked worriedly. The anger dissipated from me.

"It is nothing serious. It is just that," he paused at a sound coming from downstairs. "Verdammt." He mumbled to himself.

He stood up and walked to the large chest of drawers, pulling one out. He took out another light cotton shirt and pulled it over his head. It was loosely fitted. He turned his attention to me and held his hand out for me to take, so I did.

"Come, Kätzchen. I have a special guest I'd like for you to meet." He said as he closed his hand around mine.

______________________

Notes: Kätzchen - kitten, kitty

Verdammt - Damn it